First Time

~ erotica ~



I got the knock on my hotel room door at 10pm. She was prompt.

"Come in," I called, having latched the door open in anticipation of her arrival. She stepped in and closed the door behind her. It locked instantly.

She was beautiful, yet unassuming. She didn't look like the fantasies I'd imagined, the movies or television shows I'd seen. She could have been any attractive woman walking in downtown or cruising around in her car, top down, wind rushing through her hair.

And yet, she was a call girl.

She carried a purse which she sat next to the end table by the bed. Her envelope was there, which she picked up and counted.

I sat in a chair as far away from the bed as I could. I was nervous, fidgeting, having never done this before. Getting her number in the first place had been a joke, it seemed. A friend wanting to help me out. Though, in retrospect, even with all his bravado, how had he the number if he didn't need a little help himself?

"It's all here. We're good."

She started to strip. Quickly she was naked, standing by the bed, looking at me. Her body was even more beautiful than I had imagined: tight and muscular but with gentle curves in all the places one would love. I wanted nothing more than to take in the vision of her, to touch her, to taste her, to be with her.

But I found myself glued to my chair, my hands gripping the arm rests, unable to speak, unable to move.

She walked towards me.

"Would you like to fuck in the chair or on the bed?"

Her words seemed so harsh, crude, but it was the bare truth. I called her, asked her to come here, and paid her to have sex with me. She was being professional; I was being immature, childish.

Still, I couldn't move, fear of the wonder of her body, the wonder of such an act freezing me in my tracks.

She looked at me still, waiting for my answer.

"I, um..."

I couldn't form words. I didn't know what to do. I struggled to form coherent thoughts, let alone the phrases to convey them to her.

"Is this your first time with a sex worker, hun?" She was giving me a way in, a way to start talking.
I took a deep breath and replied, "Yes."

She stepped a little closer to me, catching my eye line.

"It's real simple. Really. You tell me where and how you want to have sex and I'll do that for you. I brought protection, so no need to worry about that. I do almost everything. You just have to ask."

She came right up to me, knelt down, and put her hand on my leg, gently rubbing my thigh.

"All you have to do is tell me what you want, what you like."

Her touch felt like fire inside me, burning all over my body. This beautiful woman asking me for sex. And still, I could not speak.

"Hun?" This knowing look appeared on her face. "Is this your first time... ever?"

My eyes darted towards hers, locking on her gaze. I'm sure my face looked alarmed. She had guessed my issue, my problem, my secret.

"Oh, hun. That's okay." She pried one of my hands from the arm rest.

"Let me do the work."

She stood up and pulled on my hand, coaxing me out of the chair, and led me towards the bed.

Stopping at the foot, she slowly unbuttoned my work shirt and pulled it off. She undid my pants and pulled them down, but then realized my shoes were still on. She giggled a little as she had me sit while she pulled off my shoes and pants in one big clump. All that remained was my undershirt and boxers.

She sat next to me on the bed, leaving my underclothes on.

She kissed me softly on the lips and grazed the sides of my cheeks. I didn't know what to do with my hands, but she anticipated this. She took hold of my hands and lifted them to her breasts. The skin was so soft, supple, like everything and nothing I had expected.

"Grip firmly, but not too hard. Use your thumb to circle the nipple. You can suck on them if you want."

And I did. I bent my head down and kissed her nipples much as she had kissed my lips.

"You can use your tongue to lick as you suck."

I used the tip of my tongue, thinking I would tickle her. She gasped and gripped my hair. I guessed it worked.

"You can use your teeth too, but just lightly grazing the skin."
"Like this?" Very carefully I glided my teeth along her delicate flesh. She gasped again.
"Yes, like that."

I kissed, licked, nipped, and sucked as she moaned into my ear. This beautiful body so close to me. These beautiful breasts in my hands, in my mouth. Tasting her flesh. It was almost too good to be true.

And then I heard a beeping sound. With her grip on my hair, she gently but firmly pulled my head off her chest.

"I'm sorry, hun, but your time's up."
"What?"
"You paid for half an hour."

I looked over at the end table. It was, indeed, 10:30pm.

She stood up, walked over to her clothes, and began to dress.

"I'll... I'll... I'll pay for more time."
"I'm sorry, hun. I have another client I have to get to."

My heart sunk. I tried to think of something, someway to not make this moment stop.

"I... I..."
"Hun."

She walked over to me and put her finger on my lips.

"I have to go. But you can always schedule me again. Same time next week?"

She kissed my forehead, turned, and walked away before I spoke. She already knew my answer.